Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.